Something Sweet

I remember when my sister first started dating her husband. She was in nursing school and he was an exchange student going to college in Syracuse, living in the U.S. on a temporary Visa. They hadn’t been dating very long when she brought him home for the first time to meet our family. When we were alone, I remember her telling me how he first told her that he loved her.

He told me he loved me and I said ‘But you barely even know me.’

His response was “What I do know about you, I already love.”

 

I’ll never forget that because it was terribly romantic and sweet. And I was still a teenager and I hadn’t experienced real love yet.

And as I am writing this I realize that I don’t remember the first time my ex-husband told me that he loved me.

Maybe because it wasn’t memorable.

Or maybe because it doesn’t matter now.

Or maybe for a hundred other reasons.

But I will always remember that exchange between my sister and her first husband that had occurred years earlier.

I think it’s one of those moments where you should remember. It should be memorable and sweet and meaningful.

Because it’s a milestone of sorts in a new relationship.

It’s like the official beginning of a new relationship.

 

That’s it. That’s all I have.

Just a sweet memory about my sister that I wanted to share. -MMP

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One thought on “Something Sweet

  1. That is a really lovely story. I feel sad that you took nothng special from your marriage and yet I am amazed that having experienced nothing special, you so clearly know what special is all about.

    Your time will come and a wonderful man will one day become a very lucky man too, when he meets you! 🙂

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